Douluo: Yun Ming in the Spirit Hall Era

Chapter 13 Going to School

After returning to the clan, Yun Ming rested for a day.

the next morning

Inside Yunming's quiet courtyard, a continuous whistling sound could be heard as Yunming practiced his marksmanship.

Thrust, stab, strike, attack, entangle, circle, block, grab, pounce, point, deflect—each move, combining speed and slowness, orthodox and unorthodox techniques, flows smoothly and naturally. Even the simplest basic spear techniques appear exceptionally agile.

Yang Wudi, standing outside the courtyard gate, nodded in satisfaction upon seeing Yun Ming's agile spear technique. After absorbing the spirit ring, Yun Ming's spear skills had improved further along with his increased physical strength!

After Yun Ming finished practicing his shooting, Yang Wudi walked into the courtyard, picked up a towel from the side, handed it to Yun Ming, and said in a low voice.

"Good job, keep it up."

Yunming took the towel, respectfully responded to his grandfather's encouragement, and asked.

"Yes, Grandpa!"

"But Grandpa, is there something you want to tell me since you came so early in the morning?"

Although Yang Wudi lived in the courtyard next to Yunming's small courtyard, due to the clan leader's busy affairs and Yang Wudi's obsession with alchemy, the grandfather and grandson usually couldn't be seen in the morning unless notified otherwise.

Yang Wudi didn't waste any words and went straight to the point.

"Starting today, you will enter the 'Clan School' to learn Soul Master knowledge and alchemy!"

Upon hearing the word "clan school," Yun Ming recalled that since his martial spirit had awakened, he was indeed required to attend classes at the clan school according to clan rules. He responded gently.

"Okay, Grandpa!"

"I'll pack up and head over in a bit."

Yang Wudi nodded expressionlessly, then left the courtyard to attend to his own business. As for taking Yun Ming to the clan school? Forget it, it's just a short walk; Yun Ming won't even need ten minutes to walk there. Don't let it interfere with my alchemy.

Dressed in a white casual robe, Yun Ming arrived at the entrance of the clan school. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar building, Yun Ming's expression was uncertain, a mixture of anticipation for the future and sadness at the thought of his mother's words. His thoughts were in turmoil until he heard the sounds coming from inside the clan school—the shouts of the students and the teachers' lectures—which brought him back to his senses.

"Draw your gun, thrust!"

"Ha!!!" xN

"Put your gun away, let's try again!"

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Yun Ming composed himself and stepped into the clan school. Before him was a large martial arts training ground, where the teachers and students of the clan school were all.

Then Yun Ming's gaze shifted, and he saw a familiar face being beaten. This person was none other than Yang Lin, the young genius who awakened his martial soul at the same time as Yun Ming and possessed innate soul power at level seven. Yun Ming's current feeling was like that of a night watchman seeing Chang Wei beating Lai Fu—utterly bewildered.

The teacher who was hitting Yang Lin heard a noise behind him, stopped what he was doing, turned around, and saw Yun Ming. He immediately understood. This teacher was someone Yun Ming knew—Yang Lin's father. Having been beaten by his own father at the clan school, Yun Ming was now curious about what Yang Lin was thinking.

Yang Lin felt the beating stop and followed his father's gaze to Yun Ming at the door, exclaiming in surprise.

"Yun Ming, you've finally arrived!"

Yun Ming listened to Yang Lin's self-rescue-like attempt to strike up a conversation and casually responded with a reply.

"Yes, it's here."

They were all peers of the Broken Clan, and Yun Ming and Yang Lin knew each other and had a decent relationship. The reason they didn't dare to speak up in the ancestral hall last time was because, apart from Yun Ming, the other children in the clan were quite afraid of Yang Wudi. After all, Yang Wudi had a scar on his face and a ruthless demeanor; he wouldn't even need to put on makeup to go out as a bandit at night, so it was normal for the children to be afraid of him.

Yang Lin's father, Yang Hong, who was also the clan school teacher, also greeted Yun Ming.

"Yun Ming, come here!"

Yun Ming walked up to Yang Hong and greeted him respectfully.

"Uncle Hong!"

According to the family lineage, Yang Hong is the cousin of Yun Ming's mother, Yang Ying, making him Yun Ming's maternal uncle.

Yang Hong nodded and addressed the other students in the clan school.

"This is Yun Ming, everyone knows him!"

"Starting today, you've officially joined our clan school. Welcome!"

Yang Lin seized the opportunity to slip away, rejoined the line, and began leading the applause. Yang Hong, seeing this, didn't say much, only giving Yang Lin a threatening look, signaling his good luck. The other children in the clan school also knew Yun Ming; those who hadn't known him before had gotten to know him after the sacrificial ceremony two weeks prior, and they all began to clap. Five girls, in particular, clapped the loudest; after all, everyone likes to see beautiful things, regardless of gender.

Seeing that it was about time, Yang Hong raised his hand to stop them, and then said to Yun Ming.

"Yun Ming, you stand next to Yang Lin!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Ming walked over to Yang Lin's side, and Yang Lin winked at him in gratitude. Yun Ming blinked in response and stood beside him.

Yang Hong ignored the unspoken exchange between the two and, seeing Yun Ming stop, continued today's lesson.

"Basic marksmanship class continues, raise your guns!"

Seeing the practice spears in everyone's hands, Yun Ming also took a practice spear from the weapon rack next to him.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Yang Hong shouted loudly.

"Ready, stab!"

"Ha!" xN

Everyone obeyed the order and drew their guns.

Among them, Yunming is undoubtedly the best at using a gun.

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

Yun Ming thrust his spear with a smooth, swift, and straight motion, the force reaching the very tip, achieving a perfect thrust, like a dragon emerging from the water. Yang Hong was greatly astonished by Yun Ming's spear skill. Although Yang Wudi had told him yesterday that Yun Ming's spear technique was very advanced, witnessing it firsthand now left Yang Hong deeply impressed!

This kid is a monster! He's better at spear fighting than he is. Thinking of this, Yang Hong saw his own son next to Yun Ming, who was spear fighting crookedly. His face darkened. They were the same age, and his son was even older. How could there be such a big difference?

Then Yang Hong began to adjust the postures of the students who were incorrect. When it came to Yang Lin, his tone was even more unfriendly.

"Slightly bend your arm, look at the tip of the spear, shift your weight forward, straighten your right leg, and assume a left bow stance!"

After Yang Lin was severely reprimanded by his father, Yang Hong continued his lesson.

"Put your gun away!"

"Ready, stab!"

The basic spear techniques were quickly practiced, move by move. Yang Hong corrected some of the others' mistakes, but Yun Ming used each move perfectly, just like in the textbook, correct yet not rigid. Very good! After watching it once, Yang Hong understood Yun Ming's spear skills. It was a level that he couldn't teach, so Yang Hong decisively spoke up.

"Yunming, you can practice your basic spear techniques on your own from now on. You don't need to keep up with the others anymore."

Yun Ming had no objections to Yang Hong's arrangement; he was fine with it. However, while Yun Ming could do it, others might not. Among the students, a boy who looked about eight or nine years old, with delicate features and an arrogant expression, questioned him with dissatisfaction.

"Uncle Hong, why is Yunming allowed to train on his own?"

The boy who spoke was named Yang Yi, eight years old this year. He was the number one genius of the Po clan in the current generation, before Yun Ming. He had an innate soul power of level eight, the highest innate soul power among those with the Po Soul Spear martial soul in recent years. Coupled with his own hard work, he had always been the best among his peers in all aspects. He had also received the fewest corrections from Yang Hong, except for Yun Ming. Today, this was the first time he had been judged by an elder of the clan that a cousin two years younger than him was more outstanding than him. Yang Yi was somewhat unable to accept it for a moment.

Yang Hong saw through Yang Yi's thoughts and knew he was unconvinced, but some things you can't deny. Yang Hong said earnestly.

"Because Yunming's basic marksmanship is very good, even better than mine, I can't teach him anything."

"Hiss~"

The other children around gasped when they heard Yang Hong's evaluation of Yun Ming.

Yang Yi was even more astonished upon hearing Yang Hong's evaluation of Yun Ming; it was far too high! Yang Hong was already one of the most outstanding members of the previous generation in the clan, so just how high must Yun Ming's spear skills be to warrant such praise? Yang Yi found it hard to believe, or rather, he couldn't believe, that such a person existed in the world, especially since Yun Ming was two years younger than him. Yang Yi's expression became agitated, his face contorted with rage, and he roared.

"I don't believe it!!!"

"I don't believe it! Unless he's a better marksman than me!!!"

Looking at Yang Yi, whose cognition was somewhat shattered, Yang Hong sighed inwardly. Yang Yi was already a top genius rarely seen in the Po clan in the past few decades, with excellent talent in cultivation and spear techniques. However, this generation produced Yun Ming, who might become the strongest person in the history of the Po clan.

Yang Hong was now conflicted, unsure whether he should let Yun Ming fight Yang Yi. If they didn't fight, Yang Yi wouldn't give up easily; if they did fight, he feared Yang Yi would be discouraged and lose. As for whether Yang Yi could win? Yang Hong felt that unless Yun Ming was willing to go easy on him, even just a little bit, there was definitely no chance!

Yun Ming saw Yang Yi's unwillingness and defiance, and responded calmly before Yang Hong could speak.

"Alright! I'll take this challenge!"

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